THE VOICE

God has sent the Angels near
closest to the one that fears
even though you are alone
resting due to casted stones
a light nearby will slowly heal
your broken soul, so well concealed
hidden from your enemies
like an owl perched in the trees
above the path where none can see


never mind you coming down
you need not peep or make a sound
the creator hears the heart; it stirs
listening 'til death occurs
never have you been alive
more than after you've survived
and by your side there was a man,
a woman, and a spirit's hand
three together binding tight
guiding you throughout the night

have you heard the fathers name?
the mother and the spirit came
all at once they've held your hand
never could you understand
the ways of love that are bestowed
upon the living that have slowed
enough to listen to the words
within the wind that carries birds

This poem is about: 
Our world

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